Pretty powerful post from D.J. Augustin on The Players’ Tribune about living through Hurricane Katrina as a 17-year-old. Read it:
When I finally returned home, there wasn’t a home. I had to wear a mask to go inside. Everything was stiff just from sitting in water, like a corpse. Mildew was everywhere. I was just in shock. First of all, being back in New Orleans, the feel of the city was just eerie. It felt funny, I don’t know how else to explain it. When I walked into my house, everything was moved around, all the furniture had been shifted by the water. All my recruiting letters from colleges were destroyed. That was stuff I wanted to save for my kids one day. My bed was flipped over, my dresser was turned on its back. The TV was on the ground. The crazy thing was you could see a brown ring where the ceiling and wall met, going around the whole house. That’s where the water was just sitting for weeks until it finally drained out.